Neighborhood Bully

I remember my neighborhood bully being this tall, slim African American named Tyron. He was about 13 years old and I was 12. We went to the same school and every time we were out in recess he would trip me. He would also take my backpack and throw it into the girls restrooms. This went on for about six months or so until I found out that he was afraid of ladybugs. So on my first recess I would run to the grass in search of ladybugs. I would hide them in my pocket and when he approached me I would simply take the ladybug out. From those days on he never really bothered me again.